This morning, we were getting ready to go to church. Bob and I were sitting on the couch while Sam played for a few minutes.
He (Sam) had been in the dining room before he walked into the living room...
wielding a steak knife.
Thankfully he was holding it by the handle. And thankfully he was bringing it to us.
The only thing we can figure out is that he climbed up in a chair and got it off the table.